Saturday, I moved about 1 & 1/2 tonnes of rubble by hand.
Putting garden rubbish in to big (1 cubic meter sack),
wood in in to the fire pile,
concrete rubble in to a separate pile.
Wrecked my gardening gloves and my nails.
Slept badly as every muscle in my body ached, spend most of the morning awake in pain.
Around 7.30 am, I gave up on trying to sleep and decided to go out, first shop for some groceries, then got petrol, and finally followed by a coffee.
I returned home at 9.30 as one of my girls wanted a 10 am pickup, plus there is still more garden work required before I put in a new concrete pad for my tool shed.
If anyone in my area has a jack hammer they can lend to a poor old girl for a weekend, I'ld be happy to buy you some beers :)
Snuck another hour of girl time while walking the dog.
Well had Nike tights, tight white top that showed my floral (un-padded) A cup bra.
I didn't bother shaving or having make up on.
Met a few other dog walkers and chatted while passing them.
An extremely relaxing hour.